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Summary: Xander and Dawn follow an evil warlock into another dimension and get turned into kids.

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Dr. Who/Torchwood > GeneralBugeyedmonsterFR1311,1490241,88030 May 0930 May 09No
Title: None yet
Author: Bugeyedmonster
Rating: Teen so far.
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Torchwood, Doctor Who.
Category: Gen
Spoilers: Post end of series for BtVS and Season Two for Torchwood.
Warning: Child Xander and Dawn cuteness.
Summary: Xander and Dawn follow an evil warlock into another dimension and get turned into kids.
Disclaimer: If I owned Torchwood, Gwen’s character would be a lot more stable, Tosh would still be alive, and Faith would have had a lot more airtime.



“Crap, Dawn, what the fuck?”

“I’m sorry, Xander.” Dawn said and started to cry.

Xander sighed. “We don’t have time for this.” He stripped off his pants and shoes, rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the gun and machete out of the holster. He let the pants fall to the ground. Thankfully the holster for his weapons was nylon with nice adjustable plastic thingys. “I’ll deal with the warlock, you deal with the portal.” He hugged Dawn and let Soldier Guy out to track the warlock.

Unfortunately, large military style trucks were rumbling to their site.

“Oh, crap, it’s the freaking Initiative all over again.”

One of the military trucks got between Dawn and the portal. A soldier grabbed Dawn and lifted her up.

“No! Let me go! Le’mego! LET ME GOOEEE!” Dawn let out a high piercing scream.

“Put her down!” Xander pointed his gun at the soldier, who dropped Dawn and drew his own sidearm. Dawn tripped over her trailing clothes, and managed to pull out her penknife.

Dawn hurried closer to the portal as a black SUV nearly hit her skidding to a stop. Two men and a woman stepped out, the man in the large coat yelled, “This is Torchwood business.”

The portal swirled, the wind picking up as it started sucking things in.

“Hurry Dawn!” Xander yelled. Dawn cut her hand and held her bleeding hand out to the portal. She chanted as her a few drops of her blood were sucked in. The portal hummed, pulsed with pale green light and closed with a smucking sound.

Or at least Xander would have described the sound as sort of smuck-y.



“What the hell is UNIT doing here?” Jack snapped as he drove the SUV towards the location of new rift.

“Jack!” Gwen yelped just as a small girl in overly large clothes ran towards the new rift, in front of their SUV. Jack swore as he slammed on the brakes. The SUV skidded and fishtailed a few inches.

The girl held a cut bleeding hand out to the rift. Branches, leaves and odd bits of trash (including a pair of pants and hiking boots) were sucked into the Rift. Gwen yelled at the child, “Come away from there!” A boy in a shirt, socks and an eye patch was pointing a Desert Eagle at the soldiers.

The girl started chanting as some of her blood was pulled into the Rift. The Rift glowed green, pulsed with loud humming and swirled close with sort of reverse vacuum cleaner sound. Jack glanced at Gwen and Ianto. They looked as puzzled as he felt. {How did the kid close the rift?}

The resulting silence was oppressive. A question from one of the soldiers was very clear in the quiet. “What is it?

“I’m not an it!” The girl cried. “I’m not! I’m not! I’m a person!” She burst into tears. The eye-patched boy inched closer to the girl, grabbed her hand, still keeping his gun (that was almost bigger than him) up, even though his hand was starting to tremble.

Jack got down on his knees by the girl. “Of course, honey, of course you’re not an it.” He stayed squatting as he pulled her into a hug.

“I’m human. I am. I. Am.” The girl sobbed. Jack wasn’t going to debate the point as he rocked her and murmured agreements with her. It had to be a sore point for the kid, if it could reduce her to tears.

The boy was still hanging onto the girl’s hand, and was very close with what Jack assumed to be a loaded gun. “How about you put the gun down?” The UNIT commander asked.

“Uhm, let me think about it. I’ve thought about it. No. Not until you put yours down first.” Jack had to give the boy points for not even pretending to think about it. On closer view, the boy’s eye-patch wasn’t a cheap child’s toy. It looked pretty genuine.

The UNIT commander stepped forward. He put his gun up and motioned the rest of his men back. He came closer to the boy, with his hands up. Jack had to give the guy points for sheer nerve. The night was cold, the boy was shivering and holding up his gun with a trembling hand.

“I’m Lt. Col. Robert Jezek. My men are back there, and they won’t fire unless I give them the okay.”

Eye-patch boy nodded, lowered his gun, and jacked the bullet out of the chamber. The Lt Col Jezek lowered his hands and knelt near the boy.

“What’s your name?”

“Alexander L. Harris. No power in the universe will get me to tell what the L stands for. You can call me Xander.” Xander pointed towards the girl. “That’s Dawn Summers. Her sister is really tough and can so totally kick your ass from England to America. We’re in the land of tea and tweed, right?”

Jack snorted at that. Land of tea and tweed; cute.

“We’re in Wales.” Jezek said. “Now how about we go somewhere else to get things settled.”

“No.” Eye patch boy said.

“Lambie, you’re both freezing out here. You’ll catch your death of cold.” Gwen said.

Xander smirked. “My mommy told me never to go with strangers. Dawn and I can find our own way home.”

“I’m tired, Xander.” Dawn mumbled and snuggled more into Jack’s arms, letting go of Xander’s hand. “I think I need a nap.” She wrapped a small arm around Jack’s neck, her head fitting neatly under his chin.

“It’s only for a little while, we’ll be home soon.”

“How do you intend to get home? You’re a long way from California.” Ianto asked.

“And I say, huh?”

“Your accents sound Californian.” Ianto explained.

Gwen said, “What if we all go to Ms. Smith’s place? You’ll like her, she’s got a son Luke.”

Xander seemed to be pretending to consider this, until a soft snore came from Dawn. Jack found himself smiling at the child asleep in his arms. He carefully examined the cut on her hand. It had stopped bleeding, but he wanted to be sure it wouldn’t get infected.

“Okay.” Xander said. He clicked on the safety on his Desert Eagle, and put the gun in a nylon holster hidden under the man’s flannel shirt he was wearing.



Okay now I'm stuck and trying to decide how the Doctor would respond to Dawn's keyness. Both the evil Warlock and the Doctor know what the Key is or can do.

Would the Doctor consider her human or not. Suggestions on a better title also wanted.

The End?

You have reached the end of "Key Goodness" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 30 May 09.

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